Monday’s Song, “We Will Become Silhouettes” by The Postal Service

We Will Become Silhouettesby The Postal Service

I’ve got a cupboard with cans of food,
filtered water, and pictures of you
and I’m not coming out until this is all over.
And I’m looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs,
pretending the echoes belong to someone,
someone I used to know.

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
and feel something constant under my feet,
but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors,
because the air outside will make
our cells divide at an alarming rate
until our shells simply cannot hold
all our insides in
and that’s when we’ll explode
(and it won’t be a pretty sight).